screech owl

Thursday October 14, 2021

Dave Bonta October 14, 2021 0

Just past sunrise. Ground fog in the meadow full of white-throated sparrows. A screech owl trills from the powerline.

Dave Bonta September 19, 2021

5:30. A pair of barred owls exchange queries as the sky begins to brighten. A screech owl’s quaver. Sudden loud wingbeats in the meadow.

Dave Bonta August 22, 2021 1

A few minutes after moonset, and the ground fog is still aglow. A screech owl’s monotone trill.

Dave Bonta January 21, 2018

Low, gray clouds, and the ground half-brown after a day and night of melting. Over the rumble of my furnace I hear a screech owl trilling.

Dave Bonta November 11, 2017

Bright sun, heavy frost. Down in the hollow, a screech owl calls as persistently as if it were midnight. I take deep breaths of the icy air.

Dave Bonta October 23, 2017

Brighter color between the trees: sunrise. Gray as their trunks: a doe and her grown fawns. From down hollow, a screech owl’s trill.

Dave Bonta September 21, 2014 3

Well after sunrise, a screech owl trilling like the god of tree crickets. I notice that the barberry above the creek is livid with fruit.

Dave Bonta September 2, 2014 1

Dawn is the original thief in the night. Sleepless from a fever, I stare disbelieving at the sky’s stain of light as a screech owl trills.

Dave Bonta November 6, 2010 2

Almost light, and a screech owl still calls from down in the hollow—that sepulchral whinny. One croak of a crow stops it cold.

Dave Bonta September 13, 2010

Ground fog forms at dawn in the bottom corner of the meadow and quickly dissipates. The screech owl’s quaver gives way to soft thrush calls.